Not LIke Monopoly - Integral and Dynamic Component

You don't want to be a good girl. You don't want to perform femininity. You don't want to learn how to speak kindly, with soft intention like a hidden blade. You don't want to lose twenty pounds or style your hair or smile. You don't care what men think. You don't care so much, with such ferocity, with such conviction, you're willing to make yourself ugly just to prove a point. You'll cut a scar from your mouth your heart. But you still want to be loved. You want to be noticed and adored. You just resent the fact that requires something of you. You want what all monsters want: To be loved for the mutilation and the ugliness. You want to be loved for your secret heart, your special soul. It's just with every year that passes, nursed on bitterness and resentment, your heart, that special soul, becomes weaker and weaker, until it becomes small enough to be fed into the pool of your blissful hatred. Finally, then, you can rest easy in the fact that what has been required of you is just so, so unfair.